Chapter Twenty-Four #3
We jolt apart, both of us gasping for breath like we’ve just been pulled from underwater. Dax jogs past us, shoots Lyric a wink, then throws me a thumbs-up like I’m a goddamn high schooler rounding third base.
Lyric breaks into a giggle that buzzes straight through me.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
I turn my attention right back to her and dive in, my mouth finding hers again, hungrier than ever. Her fingers fist in my hair, yanking just right as I start up the stairs.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll stay and watch,” Dax calls from the entryway.
I growl low in my throat, lips dragging from Lyric’s with a frustrated grunt. “Out!” I bark, not even glancing back.
Dax sighs dramatically, like I just told him Christmas is canceled. “You’re such a buzzkill,” he mutters, dragging his feet toward the front door like an exiled child denied dessert.
The door clicks shut behind him.
Finally.
I glance at Lyric. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her smile laced with amusement and heat, while my heart’s pounding, and my cock’s throbbing.
Now.
I need her now.
I let out a small huff, viewing the tall staircase. There’s no way I’m wearing myself out before I make a home inside of her, where I intend on staying for as long as possible, so I turn around abruptly and head back to the sunken living room.
Lyric seems confused. “Where…” kiss, “… are…” kiss, “… we…” kiss, “… going?”
My fingers dig harder into her ass cheeks as I take the two stairs back into the room.
The open fire crackles and pops, sending flickering shadows across the room.
The aroma of the Chinese carnations ignites the air in a perfume fit for my queen.
This room was made for romance, and I intend to show Lyric just that.
All of this is part of ‘The Hallmark Maneuver.’
I step over to the sofa and place her down on top of it with my lips attached to hers.
Somehow, I shuffle out of my jacket, throwing it behind me.
I hear the crash of a vase, but we don’t separate as I move in over her because we’re too lost in the moment.
Her fingers make their way to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, one by one.
Even though our kiss is heated, it’s like we’re taking this much slower than the last time we were together, which seems so long ago.
We were discussing the possibility of moving in together.
I told her I loved her.
A great deal has happened since then.
But I can’t focus on that right now.
Right now, I need to get her out of this damn dress.
Her hands manage the last button on my shirt, and she slides it over my shoulders.
It falls to the floor as I pull her up from the sofa, a slight squeal leaving her mouth.
I fall back against the cushions in a seated position with her straddling me.
And fuck if it isn’t the sexiest position she’s ever been in.
Her eyes meet mine, her fingers trailing down my abs, my muscles tightening with her wandering hands. Our breaths are coming in and out like pants while my hands slide up her gorgeous thighs. She’s so fucking perfect as she grinds down on my already rock-hard cock.
A low growl erupts from my chest as my hands slide up her hips, taking her dress with me.
I ease the fabric up and over her head. Her arms move to aid me in the removal, leaving her in just her underwear, which matches her personality—totally chaotic.
She’s wearing a leopard-print bra and lacy purple panties today.
So fucking mismatched.
So fucking perfect.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur, then lean in, planting a hard kiss on her collarbone at the same time as my hands snake around her back to unclip her bra.
It flings free, falling as my lips travel down, taking her taut bud in my mouth.
I suck on her nipple, biting the nub between my teeth.
She moans, her fingers threading through my hair as her head flies back in delight.
The crack and pop of the fire make the room sound like something from an old romance movie. The way Lyric’s moving on top of me is working me up so much I feel like I might explode if I don’t get inside of her soon.
Suddenly, Lyric hops off me, my mouth popping from her nipple as she slides onto the floor in front of me. The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s up to no good.
“What are you—” My words catch in my throat as her hands move to my belt, my eyes open wide as she stares at me.
I know exactly what she’s doing. I sink back into the sofa, my hands moving up behind my head as I let her take charge.
Her fingers make quick work of my belt and zipper.
I lift my ass off the sofa as she yanks my suit pants down, then off.
I kick them away along with my shoes while Lyric takes a moment to admire my length.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” she says, staring right at my cock.
I let out a small laugh. “I hope you’re talking about me and not just my cock, Starlight?”
Her eyes shift up to meet mine. “Potato, po-tah-to.” She smirks as her hands run up my thick thighs, her head leaning in toward my already throbbing cock.
I’ve needed this for so long. All those nights wanting more than anything to be inside of her, to feel her touch, her warmth.
I need this woman more than I’ve needed anything in this world.
Does that make me soft?
Does it make me weak?
Probably.
But I’d rather be weak and with her than strong and face a world without her in it.
She licks her lips, my cock twitching at the sight. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Tits pressed together as she sits on her knees in front of me. I need a picture of her like this on my phone to stare at when I’m at work. I make a mental note to get one later.
One hand moves in, cupping my balls. I close my eyes at the feeling. It sends a wave of euphoria through me as I glance down to see her mouth coming for the tip of my cock.
Yes.
Her supple lips wrap around my head, the silky warmth envelops my cock, and I let out a loud gasp.
Lyric will be my undoing, I know it.
She slowly slides down, edging her way, slower, slower, inch by inch, making all my muscles tense with the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline she’s sending through me.
“Fuck,” I groan out as my hand moves to her hair, sliding my fingers through her tendrils and locking on.
Her tongue circles the tip with unrelenting focus, teasing me with each slow, deliberate swirl that has my chest heaving for breath.
She cups my balls like she owns them, like she’s taking her time worshipping every part of me, and it’s driving me halfway to insanity.
When her tongue flicks across the slit, I groan low and deep, barely holding on to my restraint.
She’s not just talented, she’s fucking lethal, a goddess on her knees, making me feel like I’m the only man on earth who gets to see her like this.
When she takes me back into her mouth, my hips move on instinct, caught in the rhythm she’s setting.
I grip the back of her head, not forcing, just grounding myself, trying to hold on to something while watching her work me over like she was made for it.
The sight of her lips wrapped around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks, is almost too much.
She looks perfect like this, raw, bare, mine.
Then she takes me deeper.
Without warning, her throat opens, and I slide farther down.
My entire body tenses, muscles locked, every nerve ending lighting up as I feel the back of her throat flex around me.
It’s hot, tight, and so fucking good I lose my breath.
My hips rock forward, deeper still, and she takes it like she was born to please me.
My grip in her hair tightens, not to guide her, but because I need something to keep from coming right then and there.
She slowly pulls back, dragging her lips over my length, and I’m left gasping like I just took a punch to the gut, wrapped in pure pleasure. The stars dancing in my vision are no exaggeration.
“Jesus, baby…” My voice is rough, strained. “You do that again, and I’m gonna come so fucking hard down your throat you’ll feel it in your spine.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t flinch.
She takes it as a challenge.
And I love her for it.
A rough groan builds in my throat, rising as the hot prickling sensation creeps down my spine. Every muscle in my body coils with anticipation, and the pins and needles chasing through my nerves warn that I’m closer than I want to admit. “Fuck, Lyri… stop.”
It takes every ounce of control I have to pull my hips back, separating myself from the wet heat of her mouth.
Her lips part from my cock with a slow, teasing pop, and it nearly breaks me.
Her eyes flash up to meet mine, and they’re full of fire, frustration, and something dangerously close to defiance.
She looks like she wants to argue, like stopping now is the worst kind of punishment.
But I need more.
I need her in a different way.
“I want to come inside you,” I tell her, my voice low and steady, weighted with hunger and absolute conviction. “Take off your panties.”
There’s no room for hesitation.
I’m not asking.
She rises with slow purpose, her every move a deliberate taunt that sends a fresh wave of heat straight through me.
Her hand slides down the center of her body, fingers gliding like she’s painting a path just for me.
Her hips roll as she sways in place, giving me a show she damn well knows I’ll never forget.
She’s a fucking dream, standing there like that, wild, unashamed, and mine.
Then her hand dips inside her panties, her fingers moving to places I definitely want to be, and she moans softly, her head falling back in pleasure.
She’s fucking touching herself, right in front of me, and the sight is so raw, so goddamn perfect, it steals the air from my lungs.